Most critical fault-finding, when reduced to its essentials, simply amounts to reproach of the author because he is himself — thinks, feels, sees, and creates, as himself, instead of seeing and creating in the way the critic would have done.
HENRIK IBSENOh, yes–you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side–unfortunately; but right it has not.
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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It’s a release to know that in spite of everything a premeditated act of courage is still possible.
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A marriage based on full confidence, based on complete and unqualified frankness on both sides; they are not keeping anything back; there’s no deception underneath it all. If I might so put it, it’s an agreement for the mutual forgiveness of sin.
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Labor and trouble one can always get through alone, but it takes two to be glad.
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There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying in the knowledge that a husband or wife has forgiven the other freely, and from the heart.
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Happiness is above all things the calm, glad certainty of innocence.
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Really to sin you have to be serious about it.
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A party is like a sausage machine, it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney.
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Our whole being is nothing but a fight against the dark forces within ourselves.
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Don’t use that foreign word: ideals. We have the excellent native word: lies.
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The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.
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If only I could master that demon of procrastination that goes about like a roaring lion and devours all my good intentions, I should become the most punctual man in the world.
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The starving poet business is no good nowadays.
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Oh, life would be all right if we didn’t have to put up with these damned creditors who keep pestering us with the demands of their ideals.
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Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.
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Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea. We are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.
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